>>2563042>>2562967thanks to an anon from the /jp/ days for the idea
>be anon>you're half asleep on the sofa>if it weren't for the crack of moonlight making its way through the hastily closed curtains, it would be impossible to see>the room is stuffy, even the air is exhausted>nothing moves now but your hearts and your slow satisfied breaths>a true midsummer weekend>Gura's chest down on top of you, wearing nothing but a long, white pillowcase on her tail>her head is resting on her crossed arms, and with half lidded eyes, she's gazing contentedly at your face>overhead, her tail sways in an even, lazy pattern>frankly, it's heaven>holding Gura close, bare on bare, on a hot summer night>your combined warmth is almost unbearable in this season, but something keeps you both locked together>slowly, Gura pulls herself closer to your face>rumia.webm, complete with a full set of shark teeth>she moves up, her chin resting on the base of your neck>you feel her casually run her fingers through your hair>it's such a strange feeling, having someone else mess with your hair>tension you didn't even know you had leaves you, and you feel empty>this empty is pleasant, however, compared to the other kind you're all too familiar with>a relaxation, a peace of mind and heart that only love can bring>under her breath, Gura hums the tune of some song of another>your sleep deprived and love addled brain tries and fails to remember the name>eventually, steadily, the humming and the combing grow weaker and weaker, and eventually, steadily, Gura's head comes to rest against your neck>on impulse, you return the favor, fruitlessly combing through her messy, unkempt hair>the smell of generic shampoo has faded, overtaken by her natural smell>it's indescribable, the smell>all you know and all you care about however, is that it's pleasant enough to lose yourself in>soon, the gentle rise and fall of her chest lulls you>under your breath, before sleep takes you, you whisper>o>ya>su>mi 